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❝ I’m an adult, but not like a real adult

— anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via prettyboystyles)

delicately-interconnected:

Why do bronies hate the friendzone so much I thought friendship is magic

batched:

struckby21:

nihil-sub-sole-novum:

this is what a good hitler joke looks like

i feel like such a geek understanding this joke

sit down kid literally everyone gets it

batched:

struckby21:

nihil-sub-sole-novum:

this is what a good hitler joke looks like

i feel like such a geek understanding this joke

sit down kid literally everyone gets it

(Source: spacegent)

(Source: thegoodfilms)

englishsnow:

 oscarW.

nakedspirits:

gamergirl929:

" A moment, A love, A dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs." 

FAAAAAVE

24955 listens

theonion:

Hillary Clinton Spends Busy Day Fueling Speculation, Not Ruling Things Out

theonion:

Hillary Clinton Spends Busy Day Fueling Speculation, Not Ruling Things Out

(Source: thatofficial70show)

emptyarena:

New Perspective (Acoustic)(Empty Arena) » Panic! At The Disco

6587 listens

billnyeofficial:

She sees these visions, she feels emotion.
she says that I cannot go she sees my plane in the ocean.

7798 listens

thismysfit:

Erick Baker || When Will I Be Loved?

Well my crown of roses is filled with thorns
And the sleeve where my heart is is old and worn
Yes, the time of my life is running late
And I don’t know how much longer I can wait

For your phone calls, four walls
And nightfall in your bed
So my bruised ears will not hear
Just one clear thought in my head

When will I be loved? 

The older I get, the younger I wanna be
Why do I fall so easily?
For your phone calls, four walls
and nightfall in your bed 
Now my bruised ears can just hear
this once clear thought in my head 

When will I be loved? 

Let’s dance in the dust of another one of our days
I hope that tomorrow I will find a way
I’ll find a way

to your phone calls, four walls
And nightfall in your bed 
And my bruised ears can just hear
this one clear thought in my head 

When will I be loved? 

423 listens

doriimer:

cardigans + jackets + blazers 

(Source: lolilikimbsa)

Les Misérables + costume porn

explosionsoflife:

Migrating monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) travel south for hundreds of miles in the fall, flying at a speed of approximately 10 km/hr.
Photo from sciencemag.org 

explosionsoflife:

Migrating monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) travel south for hundreds of miles in the fall, flying at a speed of approximately 10 km/hr.

Photo from sciencemag.org